[BNP/E3, 13 – 6]

SONG OF PROSPERO.

1.

My broken rod shall underground

     For ever buried be;

Deeper than e’er did plummet sound

     My book I’ll sink in the sea:

     Prospero’s charms are fled,

     Magic and art are dead,

Dead and sunk in the hollow sea.

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2.

The joyous spirits of the air

     No more are bound to me

Light and good and fresh and fair

     Sunk are in the hollow sea.

     Though that time naught strife again

     Yet oh for that life again

Sunk for e’er in the hollow sea.

May or June

       1905

          Charles Robert Anon.